Random selections from the archives.
More than 60 years ago, Harry Horney picked up a handyman job replacing the concrete sidewalk behind a yellow asbestos-shingled cottage that overlooked the Middle River--a shore shack. Since he was then courting the shack owner's daughter (he eventually married her), Horney made sure he did a good job, adding an extra stretch of concrete leading to the outhouse. [MORE]
Pondering the words "historic homes," most folks' minds turn to extravagant mansions, gingerbread Victorians, Federal-style rowhouses, stone farmhouses. As far as Jack Breihan is concerned, it's time for the historic-house archetype to get an update.For the past decade, the Loyola College history professor has been building a case for the significance of the small, boxy prefab houses built during World War II for workers at the Glenn L. [MORE]
Lania D'Agostino assures me she doesn't get weirded out by her work. She walks among her wares without a care. [MORE]
For six years Iíve been running with an open-ended assignment to chase down the illusive Charmed Life. With one more to do before City Paper shuts this column down, itís time I get to No. [MORE]
This week's column completes a long and eccentric circle: I'm back where I started on the Charmed Life trail. It was about six years ago that I made a mental list of collectors in my acquaintance, hoping to write an occasional piece for City Paper under the heading Their House Is a Museum. [MORE]